"It's him!"

If a normal person sees that he has no reason to escape, then there is only one possibility left, that is, this person recognizes himself.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi was about to turn over and chase him, but as soon as he put his feet on the railing, he stopped and immediately turned around and returned to the restaurant.

"Let's notify Mr Zhu first."

Soon Song Zhi found Zhu Wushi, and the two rushed out of the restaurant in a hurry and chased them down the mountain road path.

But this man was very fast, until Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi chased into Huainan City, he did not find the figure in the moon-white clothes just now.

"snort."

After searching for several alleys, Zhu Wushi snorted coldly and dispersed his spiritual sense to investigate, but Song Zhi stopped him in time because the monks on the streets and in the pavilions looked sideways, and using spiritual sense to explore was too eye-catching.

"Mr. Marquis, don't worry. Since we already know this person's identity, we don't have to alert him, let him know that we are looking for him." Song Zhi spoke softly.

Zhu Wushi nodded after hearing this, saying something was reasonable and asked, "What is that person's identity?"

"It seems that his name is Wu Xuan. If Wu is not wrong, he should probably be the young master of the Wu family who is in charge of ceramics among the four major families."

"And by the way, he seems to have just returned to Jiangnan!"

Song Zhi immediately grasped the key point. If this person is a lantern, he must have been to the northern border. You must know that the northern border is thousands of miles away from Jiangnan. Song Zhi was sent back to the capital by the power of the Snow Tomb Valley. If the lantern leader does not have such ability to travel, he will want to go back to Jiangnan. From then on, he will start.

It's been nearly three months now, and the time is just right.

After listening to Song Zhi's analysis, Zhu Wushi looked at him meaningfully, and then he realized that Song Zhi had already fought with the Lanterns. No wonder the court sent him there. It seems that it is indeed no burden.

"Since that's the case, let's keep an eye on this young master of the Wu family." Zhu Wushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he probably wouldn't be able to fight tonight.

Just as the two were about to inquire about Wu Xuan's reason on the spot, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from the street, and the crowd in front suddenly separated, as if something was approaching.

Zhu Wushi looked sideways and frowned slightly, while Song Zhi couldn't see him, so he had to ask, "What happened before?"

Zhu Wushi didn't reply because the thing was coming here.

Song Zhi and the others were standing on a wide street in Huainan City at this moment, and the crowds on the road were consciously standing on both sides.

The white pear petals fluttered in the night sky, and a carriage led by two white horses slowly drove over, followed by several blue-clad swords.

"It's Master Shen who came, why did he go down the mountain in person?"

"The person in this car is Shen Chong, the young sect leader of Yulong Villa?"

"Brother Li, don't call him a name! But I haven't seen the young master for a long time. I heard that he has been busy with the internal affairs of Yulong Villa."

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Song Zhi and the others also understood the identity of this person. It turned out to be Shen Chong, the young owner of Yulong Villa.

The white horses were walking steadily. Although the followers were strong, they followed the car without squinting, and passed by everyone quietly.

But Song Zhi vaguely felt that there seemed to be a dao in the car and glanced at this side inadvertently, not knowing who he was looking at.

After watching the carriage leave, Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi continued to look for someone to ask about Wu Xuan's news, but most people are unwilling to talk about these big families. Occasionally, some people are willing to answer, but they just say that Mr. Wu Xuan is both moral and civil and military, and has never heard of anything slandering.

After two incense sticks, in addition to confirming that Wu Xuan was the son of the Wu family, he could not get any more useful news. Song Zhi had to stop working and thought that after returning to the White Dragon Team, he would go to Boss Qiu to inquire, maybe he knew more.

On the other end of Huainan Road, outside a broad and narrow alley, a white horse stood still.

A figure walked out of the car, his figure was slightly fat and his face was round. The young sect leader Shen Chong paused in place, and walked into the alley with a slightly frown between his eyebrows.

"Young Master, it's too late to bring ice and fire fruit."

A moment later, in the spacious mansion, a gray-white-bearded old man looked at the nanmu box in front of him, looked embarrassed and lamented.

The box was filled with round fruits, half red and half white, emitting scorching steam and a biting cold air. The two airflows evaporated in exchange and looked quite magical.

"Why did the miracle doctor say that? Didn't you say last time that as long as there is this ice and fire fruit, my wife's poison will be cured?" Shen Chong's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he couldn't accept it.

"I said so, but"

The old man Huifeng slowly closed the lid. The ice and fire fruit was a priceless treasure. I don’t know how much effort the young sect leader had to get it. However, in fact, he had to tell the truth.

"But the wife's cold poison has spread to her neck and is no longer something that humans can cure. Although I was praised as a miracle doctor, I am not a real god after all. The young master still needs to figure it out."

"No need to say more." Shen Chong immediately interrupted him, stood up and put the box in his pocket.

"I don't believe it anymore, I can't save my Yu'er."

While speaking, Shen Chong glanced at the old miracle doctor coldly and walked out the door. This old guy would not lie to him, so he had no need to ask him to treat him, so he had to find another way.

Back on the carriage, Shen Chong spoke indifferently: "Go back to the village immediately."

The white petals on the side of the road floated in from the window of the carriage and fell on Shen Chong's shoulder. Shen Chong twisted up a pear petal and placed it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and turned to look at the night of Huainan Road outside the window.

The beautiful pear blossoms are planted in Huainan City.

On the street, Song Zhi was reminded by the demon fox and realized that the demonic energy near him had quickly escaped and disappeared without a trace, and he had no chance to see him again.

After all this trouble, Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi chose to return to the inn where the donkey cart was stored, preparing to take a break in Huainan Road for a night and return to the opera troupe of Jiangnan Road tomorrow morning.

"Shop, do you have any good guest rooms?" Zhu Wushi asked directly in the door.

The two of them did not go to the inn here specially arranged for the Demon-Slaying Master, but just took it for one night.

The shopkeeper saw the two of them being a handsome man and a beautiful woman. He immediately turned his eyes and smiled flatteringly and said to Zhu Wushi: "Of course there is one, the guest official comes here to say it."

Zhu Wushi didn't understand why, but he walked over. Song Zhi stayed at the door of the store and touched the donkey's head. Suddenly he realized that the donkey looked a little stupid.

"Customer, do you want one or?" asked the shopkeeper.

“Two rooms.”

The shopkeeper ticked his mouth and whispered to Zhu Wushi: "We are pretty, if you want to, then there will be only one room left if we say tonight."

While he was talking, he rubbed his fingers, giving Zhu Wushi a look that even a man understood.

“One room.”

At noon the next day, a donkey cart slowly shook back to Jiangnan Road.

But the person who whipped the donkey turned into Zhu Wushi. On the wooden board in the back seat, Song Zhi was sleeping soundly with his head in his arms, as if he hadn't had enough sleep.

"woke up!"

After Zhu Wushi returned the donkey cart, he gently kicked Song Zhi's butt with disgust, and then woke him up and found that he had returned to Jiangnan Road.

"It's broken, it's so late, let's go back quickly."

After wiping the saliva at the corner of his mouth, Song Zhi quickly turned over and got out of the car, and walked in one direction without standing firmly.

After Song Zhi walked out a long way, Zhu Wushicai, who was still standing still, turned his head helplessly and shouted: "You are going back!"

When he returned to the White Dragon Clan, Manager Mo did not say anything because Song Zhi came back late. He just felt distressed about the costume that was stained by Song Zhi, but did not accept Song Zhi's apology. Instead, he made a special trip to the Bufangsi to hand it over to the girl washing the silk.

In her words, the small stains cannot conceal the adult's style.

And from Boss Qiu's mouth, Song Zhi learned more about Wu Xuan, but like those people, they were all positive comments, except for a little bit.

That day, Lin Yu came to visit, and Wu Xuan was there, and even came to the door of his yard for a while.

But in the end, he disappeared and did not follow him. It was not until shortly after Lin Yu left the Bailong squad that a servant saw Wu Xuan go out of the yard, which made Song Zhi even more suspicious.

After all, Wu Xuan shouldn't have this for no reason.

Life in the White Dragon Class passed quickly, and Song Zhi became more and more serious in practicing opera. It seemed that this scene was not just for the task of capturing the lanterns, but really fell in love with this matter.

Song Zhi has always enjoyed what he likes and would not feel like a burden.

One day, the month passed. On one day, the White Dragon Team crossed the door and hung high at the door: a wooden sign that would take three days off.

In fact, this drama is not held every day. The reason why the White Dragon Team did this was to tell the others in Jiangnan Road that we were going to Yulong Villa for the meeting.

With this honor, there is only such a opera troupe in Jiangnan.

Song Zhi, who was originally a skilled person, got up today and saw everyone packing their clothes in full swing. He was immediately nervous. What happened?

Manager Mo saw a hint of nervousness under Song Zhi's plain expression and comforted him: "Mr. Song, don't panic, just show what we learned."

Song Zhi nodded, feeling that he was talking nonsense. He couldn't think of anyone who wouldn't be nervous about the first time he was on stage.

But soon, he discovered it.

Zhu Wushi slowly walked over here, watching other people carrying costumes and props along the way, and everything was not about him.

"How is the Marquis practicing?" Song Zhi sighed in his heart. This is really not nervous at all.

"It's bad, but my scenes are only two moments, and it's not bad." Zhu Wushi replied, without any intention of hiding it.

Zhu Wushi was originally strong at first, but later he found that he really couldn't practice the show, so he simply agreed to reduce the show and was "killed" by Song Zhi's character Kaka and two swords, so he could stop the food, which was simple and worry-free.

When Song Zhi heard this, he was too lazy to say more. He quickly took out the paper and read it again. As the saying goes, sharpening the gun at the moment of battle, if you don’t feel happy, you can just comfort yourself.

"It's useless, you have to forget it or forget it." Zhu Wushi glanced at it and teased.

Song Zhi ignored it and continued to lean on the door frame and closed his eyes and recited silently, muttering: "Climbing."

"What did you say?"

"I said, Marquis, let me be quiet."

Soon, the Bailong team's convoy headed towards Huainan Road, attracting the attention of many passers-by along the way, and everyone remembered that today was the day of the Yulong Villa Conference.

In the middle of the team, Zhu Wushi sat alone on a peach horse. Looking at Song Zhi lying on the carriage, he slept on his face with Shucun, and suddenly said:
To be continued...